A/N: Warning, this chapter contains explicit sexual content. I know... FINALLY! Enjoy :)

Chapter 28

Present Day – Day 18

Asami walks down the hall of the large building, opening random doors in an attempt to find where the villain stomped off to. She notices that wherever they are, it seems to be a hospital, so they are at least somewhere with the proper supplies to tend to Toga and Twice who seem to have the most injuries, save for Dabi of course.

She opens a door when she finds the man standing in the middle of the room. When her eyes land on him, she's struck by the sight that returns back to her. He standing next to a hospital bed, his shirt and black overcoat are off and he's facing away from her. His bare back is pointed to her and the image makes her want to reel back as she sees purple scar tissue staring at her.

She knew that his arms up to his elbows were scarred, as well as his neck down to his chest, but looking at his bare upper half she sees that it's far worse than what she's known. His neck is scarred to the base of his collarbone and down the whole of his left arm. His right shoulder is clean of any scarring, but the taut purple skin begins in the middle of his right bicep and down to his wrist. His waist is also burned and damaged as the purple scarred skin blotches over his shoulder blades and onto the base of his spine.

She notices that there are less staples in his back as there are other parts of him. She soon sees why, as she watches while he struggles to reach around his left Lat muscle in an attempt to force a staple into his steaming skin in the middle of his back.

"What're you doing?" she asks him compulsively before she can talk herself out of it otherwise.

Dabi grunts as he breaks the skin with his shaking hand while he holds the staple between his index finger and thumb. "Stop!" she says more sternly as she steps into the room.

"Stay back," he barks at her. "I'm almost done," he groans as he presses the metal into his skin.

The sight makes Asami feel sick as she steps towards him. She keeps herself from gagging over the smell of him once more, but she can't help and take in a sharp breath as she enters the room.

"Would you stop?" she complains. "That's not… you can't…" she growls under her breath in frustration as she begins searching the room for a better solution to his problem.

He stops what he's doing to watch her grab various items off of the shelves, knocking medicines down as her shaking hands search for whatever it is she thinks will help him. She comes back to him with a handful of items piled into her arms pressed against her chest as she stands in front of him.

He looks down at her as her lashes fixate on the supplies that she drops on the medical table next to the bed. He can't help but notice the faint wrinkle in the bridge of her nose as she stands this close to him and the smell of his burning flesh lingers on his body, but she keeps her words to herself.

She begins cleaning a medical needle with some alcohol, and that harsh smell thankfully fills the space between them and masks the smell of his burning flesh. She keeps her eyes down on her own hands and the task she's created for herself, never allowing them to reach his marred body.

Once she's prepared the supplies, she moves around his stiff body to look onto his back. She gasps at the sight of his back this close up, seeing just how terrible it is as pieces of skin bubble and puss from the heat emanating from his core. Her entire body goes rigid as she stands there, frozen in shock at the horrific sight.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm fucking repulsive. I didn't ask for your help," Dabi snaps as he steps away from her.

"I'm sorry," she says softly with her head down in shame at how she responded to his body. "Are you in pain?" she asks as she looks up at him with those shining eyes of hers.

He turns away from her, "Nah, I'm fucking peachy," he grunts as he moves to continue driving the staple into his back.

"Dabi," she begins with a labored sigh, "Let me help," she demands him with a sweet tone that he exhales at.

She watches as the muscles of his back move and tense under the scarred upper layer of skin. He turns his head away from her and she takes this as a sign that she can continue. She can see the slit of skin breaking under skin as blood and puss pour out of his wounds.

Asami begins applying the cloth of alcohol on his wounds to clean up the area. He tenses at her soft touch as he grips the edge of the bed, but he doesn't seem to be in too much pain, or at least he's not showing how much pain he's in to her.

"You're not repulsive," she says softly as she breaks the silence that falls between them. "I don't understand why you say stuff like that."

"You don't understand?" he scoffs as he shakes his head slightly while she continues to clean up his back. "Fucking look at me, Butterfly," he sneers at her. "I know you're not blind, so you're clearly fuckin' stupid to think I'm not repulsive."

"Your Quirk's just too powerful," she says with a heavy sigh. "A lot of people have side effects of their Quirks."

"It's not my Quirk," he informs her. "It's my body," he sneers as he lifts up his left hand, looking at it while he clenches and unclenches his fist. "It's weak; not suitable for my Quirk," he says as though he's quoting someone.

"That happens to a lot of people too," she says and he scoffs at her annoying way of rationalizing this with him. "I'm going to start sewing," she warns him.

"Ya ever done this before?" he asks her, not really worried if she hasn't since it beats the alternative.

"No," she informs him. "But I know how to sew clothes. That's gotta count for something," she giggles and his shoulders drop as he closes his eyes and revels in her voice, loving the sound of that giggle and how he's missed it so much.

His skin is hot to the touch, but it is bearable against her fingers as she begins sewing the pieces of flesh together. He feels as though he's in a high fever as heat emanates from his core. She wonders if he can even feel how hot he is, or if it's just become natural to him at this point.

Dabi doesn't even feel the needle go in as she begins stitching him up since the nerve endings around the damaged skin have been long dead. He can feel when she attaches the damaged skin to the undamaged parts, but he's had worse happen to his body, so it's a minor pressure to him.

"I'm sorry… about the… kiss," she chokes out, unsure how else to bring it up.

Dabi's shoulder blades stiffen at her comment. I'm not. He doesn't respond to her as there is nothing to say after that. She's revolted by me. It's plain and fucking simple.

"What are these things anyway?" she asks him as she points to a staple on his shoulder.

"Surgical staples," he grunts as a particular stab strikes a nerve. "My skin was melting off, and it was the only way to keep it together."

"That's a violent way to get a skin graft," she returns bluntly. "You could've gone to the hospital and they could've handled it."

"I'll be sure to tell Shigaraki to up my insurance premium with the League next time I see him," he snidely replies and she huffs at his attempt at a joke.

"So where'dya get the staples?" He lazily points at his jacket that she notices has various staples sewn into the fabric. "Seriously?" she asks him as she glances at the back of his neck.

"I sterilize 'em," he chuckles as he lifts his palm to press a soft blue flame out.

"You're not repulsive, Dabi. You're idiotic," she says with a shake of her head.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," he murmurs with slugged shoulders as though he's a child who's been caught doing something they shouldn't, and she feels sorry for teasing him.

A silence falls over them as she continues to work on his back. His back tenses and he begins to feel the pain of her movements and pulling of his skin as the thread tugs at his flesh.

He closes his eyes and tries to keep his mind off of the discomfort. He thinks about them as children and spending time with her. He likes having her hands on him. She has a soft touch, and he could get used to this.

He thinks about what he can do to continue having her like this. He wants to have her hands graze over his marred skin, he wants to have her soft touch soothing his muscles. He wants her to continue to relax him.

Dabi can't remember the last time he felt this serene. His Quirk is always activated, and he can constantly feel a tiny flame eating away at his insides and gnawing at his skin. But for the first time in a long time, he doesn't feel this unwavering pain. Her presence subsides his discomfort, and cools him down in a way that he cannot.

He takes in a deep breath and allows the thought of her to penetrate his skull. He thinks about a life with her. The idea of her and him in a home with a dog, making him dinner after a long day in the office makes him want to gag; that life was never meant for him. But he does think about a life with her, a life that he can see with her. He thinks of a life without the League, without the villainy, without… he swallows as the idea strikes his consciousness. Can I really have a life without my hatred for him?

Dabi glances back at her, seeing the still look on her face as she concentrates on her task of alleviating his pain. She's touching his disgusting body and allowing her beautiful hands to be tainted with his blood and puss all to lessen his suffering.

He turns away from her and thinks about it once more. A life without hate? He doesn't feel hate around her, and he sometimes forgets that the flaming shithole even exists when she's around him. So, can they have this life together? Can she really give him a life with happiness and peace of mind? Can she really overlook everything he's done? What will she do when she finds out it's me?

He thinks about how she makes him feel. She makes me feel. He hasn't felt anything but pain and hatred since that day at Sekoto Peak. And now, with her here, her hands on his body he feels warm, not burning. He feels elated. He feels excited, like all his limbs shake with anticipation just to be around her.

But he thinks about Sekoto Peak. He thinks about his last moment with her, and her final words to him. He shakes his head as the memory penetrates his skull like a sad fucking reminder of who he is. What a fucking joke to think that she would want a life with him when her last words to him were—

She strikes a nerve and Dabi grasps onto the edge of the nearby metal table. He releases an audible groan as he hisses through the pain.

"I'm sorry," her voice cracks with regret.

"It's alright," he soothes her, not wanting to hear her voice like that. The pain continues and he finds himself unable to fantasize through the discomfort. He needs something to distract him. "Tell me something… about… yourself," he chokes out between grunts of pain.

"Are you trying to get to know me?" she teases as a soft smile touches her lips. "Thinking about wooing me?"

He smiles at her flirty tone, "Just tryna keep my mind off the pain. Focusing on your voice helps."

She can't help but notice the fluttering of her heart at his words as he tells her this. Over the past few days, Dabi and the rest of the League have made her question everything she knows about Villains. She watched as Twice did everything in his power to protect her and Toga from being killed by those clones of him; as Dabi allowed his own body to be burned to keep the iceman away; and Shigaraki leveling a city to ensure they're victory. They all acted as a dysfunctional family with one another, but each and every one of them played their part. Including her.

"What do you want to know?" she asks him with a soft tilt of her head.

"Anything," he responds with a heavy sigh as his shoulder blades loosen up.

"I like to run," she tells him.

He huffs at her response, "I know that," he grunts at her. "I was following you for a week. Your life's fuckin' boring."

"It was structured," she retorts with clenched teeth.

"Sure, Butterfly, whatever makes it less boring for ya," he scoffs.

"Fine, I don't know," she says with a shrug of her shoulders. "You were following me around, so you know everything about me."

"That's all there is to you?" he asks her as his head cranes back at her. "You wake up, work out, go to work, go home, eat, shower, sleep, and repeat?" his head turns back to staring forward. "Sounds fucking miserable."

"Well… no… there was more to it than that."

"Oh right, and getting fucked by Boy-Wonder on the off chance that he actually returned your calls," he chuckles as she glares over at him.

"See, this is why you have to kidnap girls to get their attention. You're revolting to speak to," this response only gets him to chuckle more at her and it turns into a genuine laugh, that brings the purple-haired girl into a dumbfounded look.

"You're cute, Butterfly," he sighs and she can't help but smile at how peaceful he seems in this moment.

"So why Butterfly?" she asks him as she finishes up his back. "Any significance to it?"

It beats Fatty, don't you think?

"Just suits you," he shrugs as she finishes the final stitch, not admitting that it's because she gives him butterflies in his stomach since the moment they had shared a light together. Who knew that night wasn't the first time I saw you?

He hears a tiny snicker vibrate against her throat and he turns his head over his shoulder to see what has her smiling. Her hand lifts into his hair as her index and middle finger lightly pinch a few strands. "You have some white hair, are you getting old or something?"

His heart drops and his body stiffens at her comment. He's reminded of their childhood and their stupid ceremonial weddings they had each year. Does she remember? He decides to test her.

"Don't mess with it," he responds as he did back then, only this time his delivery is flat and deliberate as he focuses on the words rather than the inflection back then.

She pauses and his heart thumps in his chest. Do you remember me, Fatty?

He keeps his eyes off of hers, unable to look at her as she stands there, piecing it all together.

"Sorry," she responds with a falling tone and his heart drops in the pit of his stomach.

Of course. What was I expecting? That I actually made an impact in her life? I was just the stupid white-haired boy who she barely even knew. Of course she doesn't remember me.

But what does it matter? If she knew he was her childhood friend, what would she do when she sees him like this? His skin is a jumbled marred mess of burned taut skin; a far cry from the once smooth skin of her handsome childhood sweetheart that she kissed in the gondola.

It's in this moment that Dabi realizes that she can't know who he is. She can't find out that he is Touya Todoroki because it will ruin everything that he's built with her as Dabi. If he's suddenly Touya to her, then in her eyes, he goes from her pining childhood lover turned into a sad fucking sob story. She will take one look at him and pity him. She will try to convince him to return to that pathetic fucking life he once lived; to that fucking family he loathes so much.

He decides now that he can't and won't tell her who he really is. He can't have her look at him and feel sorry for what he's become. She's willing to overlook his scarred face as Dabi, but when he's Touya... in come the questions of what happened to him. How could this have happened to the boy she cherished so much? Fuck I can't see her face like that. She'll think I've become a monster.

No. He won't let her find out his true identity. He will do everything in his power to make sure she never finds out that he is Touya Todoroki.

She steps from his back and moves in front of him. He looks down on her as she cleans the tweezers that she was using to help her tie the stitches. She glances up at his chest to see that parts of his chest have split and blood trickles from the wound.

He inhales as the cool liquid sizzles against his burning flesh as she applies the cleaner. She hovers over the staples on his chest, looking down at the contrast of scarred damaged purple skin, and soft milky smooth undamaged skin. The silver staples shine as the two opposing pieces are crudely held together.

She understands that his body is not suited for his Quirk, and many people damage their bodies with their Quirks. But if he didn't stray on the path of wrongdoing, he could've gone to a hospital and gotten the proper treatment from surgeons and healers. This all could have been avoidable, and she wonders what his life could have been if he chose that path. She can't help but think that he could have been a great hero.

Dabi watches her as her expressions shift and mold into a more pensive look as her fingers graze his marred skin. He wonders what's going on in her mind, figuring that she feels sorry for him. Figuring that she probably sees him as an invalid, or less of a man.

He lifts his hand up in the space between them. His rough fingers graze against the soft flesh of her temple and cheek. She looks up at him, watching his turquoise eyes light up as his fingers caress her face. He gathers loose strands of purple hair that fall in front of her face and pushes them behind her ear. He notices that she holds her breath as he touches her, and he can't ignore the wild beating of his heart at the thought that he takes her breath away.

"I will fucking incinerate them all for hurting you," he growls and she sheepishly looks away from him, causing his heart to drop.

"It's not bad," she tells him, grabbing his hand and pulling it from her face.

"I don't care. It's something, and that's all that matters," he tells her sternly.

"I'm more worried about you," she admits as she switches to the cloth and begins applying it to clean his chest, and he can't ignore the continual thumping in his chest when she admits that she's worried about him.

He snatches her hand in his grip and her eyes flash onto his face. He's unintentionally holding her tighter than he should, but he needs to see her and he can't be distracted by her touch.

"You scared me out there," he tells her, watching her expressions fall into a saddened disposition. He releases his hold on her hands and places his palm lightly on her cheek. "I don't want you to do that to me again."

She sheepishly plants her cheek on her shoulder as she shrugs inwardly.

He watches her, unsure how to even read her anymore. He thought for so long that he knew what she was thinking, that he could confidently say that she wanted him. And at one point when he was a kid, he could confidently say that she was obsessed with him, but now…

There was a point in his life when he thought that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Fatty. When he saw her, he saw his wife. His wild teenage hormones would even think about them together, fumbling through their first time with one another, but learning together.

But now, she's so different in his eyes. She's not the girl from his childhood, she's not the hero's slam piece he plotted to fuck and burn, she's something entirely more.

She makes him feel weak in the knees. He feels sick at the thought of being away from her. And suddenly the childish anxiety he felt for her is in full force.

He looks at her, hooded eyes examining every detail of her. He brushes his finger against her cheekbone, "You make me…" he struggles on the words, unsure if he can even tell her, "want… to give up on it all." Her brows tangle together at his confession.

I don't hate him around you. I don't care about him when I'm with you. I don't even fucking think about him or his masterpiece. All I want is you… and that's enough.

"All I want…" he can't say it. He can't admit to her that all he wants is a life with her. How will she respond? How could she possibly want a life with a retch like—

Dabi doesn't even have a moment of self-deprecation because she moves in, closing the space between them and smashing her lips against his. He doesn't even know how to react as her fingers lace into his unruly hair, giving it a soft tug. She turns his head to an angle as she drives the kiss deeper. She pries open his lips, tugging on the staples on his bottom chin to open his mouth to her as her tongue invades his space.

What the fuck are you doing? Do something you idiot! The inner voice screams at Dabi and he quickly takes over the scene, not allowing her another moment to have control over him.

Dabi grabs her by the hips, effortlessly lifting her up and smashing her onto the hospital gurney. She yelps against his lips as the bed screeches under them and rolls a few inches, but he doesn't let that deter him. He grabs her legs, prying them open and driving his hips between them.

She moans loudly against his mouth as he eats up her voice. She pulls her arms from him and uses them to stabilize herself on the bed while he pins his body against hers.

He tears his lips from hers, looking down at her milky thighs as the short tan skirt blocks his view of his intended destination. He won't let this be a repeat of their last kiss where she found the resolve to fight him off. He will have her this time.

Dabi moves his hands between her thighs, hiking up the tan skirt to her hip bones. She gasps as he exposes the black panties that welcome him between her thighs, looking down at the fabric with lit eyes.

He traces a finger on her inner thigh, moving towards her panties as her voice hitches in her throat and she breathes in deeply. His bright eyes land back on hers as he searches her eyes for what she's thinking. He stops his advance towards her and dives into her bright eyes. He leans his head into her space, and they lock eyes.

Being this close, they can feel their breath fanning against their skin as they breathe one another in. Their eyes don't dare stray from the other as they challenge each other's gaze. He desperately wants to fuck her, he wants to feel her wet walls hug against his cock, but he can't read her expressions in this moment. She's hesitant and anxious, and he wonders what she wants from him.

He lifts his hand and presses the tip on his middle finger to the fabric of her panties. She inhales at his contact and he does everything in his power to not grin at the fact that she's wet. He knows what she wants now; it's clearly dampening her panties.

His finger begins tracing the outer folds of her pussy through the thin vail of fabric that holds him back. His finger lifts up her slit in a painstakingly slow pace that coaxes soft moans from her slightly parted lips. When he reaches her clit, he lightly rubs his finger against the sensitive spot, encircling it two or three times, before dropping his finger back down the rest of the slit. He repeats this slow motion a couple of times, causing her to moan each time he reaches her clit.

She's getting increasingly wet at this, and she curses the thin fabric that she was once so grateful for when they first kissed. How foolish she was back then to want to hold him back when he ignites her body so expertly.

"Dabi," she whimpers with an unsteady breath as his bright eyes never once leave hers. His gaze is magnetic, drawing her into a fog that she can't see through. Her eyes focus onto his hooded lust for her. She gulps heavily as her mouth salivates at his continuous movements on her clit. "Dabi," she says with more conviction in her voice. "Fuck me…" she exhales as his lidded eyes widen at her command. "Please," she begs.

Dabi's eyes light up as flames dance behind his irises. Without warning, and in at a dizzyingly fast pace, Dabi snatches the fabric of her panties and tears the simple cloth with little effort.

She glares up at him as he discards the torn fabric somewhere on the floor. "Relax, Butterfly" he tells her seeing the shocked anger in her eyes. "I'll buy you another pair, but for now…" he looks down, finally seeing those beautiful puffy folds he's been fantasizing about for so long. He places the tip of his middle finger against her glistening fold as he pries her heat open. "I'm gonna fuck your insides," he growls as he plunges his finger inside her, earning him a gasp from her.

Her hips buck against his finger, pressing him fully into her as a moan lifts from her lips at his dangerous tone. He begins pumping inside her, feeling her walls clench around a single fucking finger. He's going to destroy her if he doesn't stretch her out.

He pulls his finger out of her, trailing her slick up and down her slit, coaxing more soft moans out of her. He smiles to himself as her eyes become hooded with lust and her head falls back with her neck pointed to the sky. He moves into her space, placing soft kisses on her neck. She moans with acceptance, bucking her hips against his finger as he continues to play with her exterior.

Dabi begins sucking and nibbling at her neck, heating up his lips against her soft skin as the temperature becomes sweltering. He can feel the rushing of her blood flow through the vein in her neck, while her muscles pulsate under his warm wet kisses as she swallows down the lump in her throat. His lips heat with his Quirk and he begins leaving small welts on her neck.

That's certainly going to leave a mark and she isn't too happy about it. "Dabi," she complains under her breath which just brings a smile to his lips.

"Let them fucking see," his voice rumbles against the crook of her neck, already knowing what she's going to complain about. He wants everyone in the League to see his mark on her and know that she's his. "I want them all to know."

He moves his fingers back on her folds, diving them back into her core. He can feel the ridges of her walls rubbing up against his finger and he needs these walls to milk his cock. He introduces another finger into her and she quakes at this. He begins pumping and scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her out to prepare her for his cock.

"Ow," she complains as her hips shake under him.

"Sorry Butterfly," he groans against her neck. "But I gotta stretch you out first. It'll hurt otherwise."

"Oh yeah, you're really that big?" she returns with a smug tone that Dabi's not impressed with.

"Judging by how tight you are, I'd say I'm bigger than that flying fucker," he snidely returns.

She glares at him, not at all happy that he's brought up Hawks and she moves her hips away from him, trying to stop this, but he slams his hand down on her hip. "Calm down," he snaps at her. "It was a joke."

Asami's eyes drop from his as she suddenly feels a rush of shame hit her face. What the fuck am I doing? She thinks about Hawks and how this is all so wrong. She shouldn't be deriving any pleasure from Dabi, he is a villain. He kidnapped her and she's now opening her legs to him and allowing his fingers to pull sickening moans from her.

Hawks is her boyfriend, and though they were never out about their relationship, they still were in one. She can't deny that. She's cheating on him, and this is wrong.

"Hey now," Dabi's magnetic gaze pulls her back in. "Come back to me," he says noticing her mind elsewhere. "Don't be thinking of that flying piece of shit."

"Dabi," she murmurs under her breath. "This is wrong… I shouldn't…" she says as she pulls her hips away from him.

The expressions on his face drops and he looks annoyed with her sudden conscience. "Fuck him, Butterfly," he growls at her as he moves his hands down to his belt. "You really fucking think he ever gave a shit about you?" he asks her as he unzips his pants and alleviates the strain on his cock. "If he cared about you, he wouldn't have treated you like a 24/7 drive in," he growls as her eyes drop with sorrow.

His fingers lift up her chin so she looks at him and understands the weight of his words. "I meant it when I said you were enough for me," he tells her strongly. "I'd never do that shit to you."

Her eyes widen at his as he moves into her space, prying open her mouth as he drives a sloppy kiss on her lips. She moans against his mouth and that's when Dabi grinds his hips against hers.

Their lips detach when Asami feels his skin against hers. She looks down, seeing his bare cock pressed against her wet exterior and Asami's lips involuntarily part.

"Like what you see, Butterfly?" Dabi teases her as he watches her eyes slightly widen at the sight of him.

He is big, and curved upward with a girth that makes her feel slightly anxious. Her eyes are fixated on his cock and Dabi can't help but smile down at her. Her shaking hand takes hold of his cock and when she laces her fingers around the shaft, she begins slowly pumping.

Dabi moans when he feels her soft tugs of him. This is what he's always wanted. This is what he's been dreaming of for so fucking long. "That's it," he moans as she tugs him lightly. "Just like that," he revels in the feeling of her soft hands wrapping around his cock.

She whines breathy lustful cries as he continues to pump his fingers inside her, while tugging on his cock. Precum leaks from the tip of his dick as she gently pulls him to her walls, mixing their slicks together. She shudders when she feels the soft skin of his tip teasing her puffy exterior.

"Tell me you want it, Butterfly," he commands her with a domineering tone. "Tell me you want me and no one else."

"I want…" her voice cracks when Dabi's lips latch back onto her neck. "Ah!" she cries out as he sucks on her neck. "I want…" she whimpers as he pulls his fingers out of her, pressing his shaft against her exterior and rubbing his length against her glistening folds. She shuts her eyes tightly, willing away the shame of Keigo and what this means for their relationship as she admits, "Dabi, I want you—"

"There you two—oh my!" the voice makes Asami's eyes shoot wide open and her body to go completely rigid. She can hear the growl lifting from Dabi's chest as his head shoots up from her neck and looks behind her.

"What the fuck, Compress!" his voice booms in the small room. "Get the fuck out!"

"Apologies," the voice returns but Asami refuses to look back at him, burying her face in her hands as she grows red with embarrassment. "Shigaraki wants to speak with everyone," he says as he steps back into the hall.

"I don't give a fuck what that crusty bastard wants, GET THE FUCK OUT!" he roars, lifting his hand up as blue flames surface on his palms and sending a fireball towards the door that the villain narrowly misses.

She hears the door shut behind her and she shakes her head at what she thinks she's doing.

Dabi releases a shaky and unstable breath as he brings down his rage, combing his fingers through his hair.

Asami scoots her hips away from him, and he looks down at her with a pressed confused glare. She hugs herself tightly as she shimmies her body off of the gurney.

Fuck! No! Please don't let him ruin this. I fucking had you!

"We should go," her voice is shaking in her throat and she can't look him in the eyes. She's completely embarrassed. And he can't help but think that she's mortified and ashamed to have been seen with him. Why else would she be holding herself like this?

He opens his mouth to say something to her, but he can't, not when she refuses to look at him like this.

Dabi is fuming when he steps away from her, grabbing his shirt and quickly placing it on his scalding body. He holds his overcoat in his right hand as he quickly stomps out of the room, leaving her frozen behind.

A/N: Don't be mad at me! Compress was the one who cock blocked them! Not me! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think! Love reading your comments!